As the car gets closer, I realize it isn’t a car at all, but a white minivan. One that looks awfully similar to those serial killer vans everyone warns women to stay away from. My heart pounds harder against my chest, fighting for a way to get out. I cross my fingers and whisper, “Please don’t be an ax murderer. Please don’t be an ax murder—” I startle at the sound of a horn followed by a loud bark. “Need a ride?” My eyes widen at the sound of Declan’s voice. “No fucking way.”